-- This piece is a song - the music for it is settled, it's even in a key that I can sing when my throat isn't scratched to hell and back. The title of the piece... actually, that's the fault of a Scott.

shadows
are stretching
the night’s breeze
brings comfort
cool winds
relieving
the fever
I feel
my soul waits in vain for your
presence and comfort
the shadows
are calling
I can’t hold them back
without you

memories
are fading
the pain brings
a new day
soft words
denying
the loss that
I feel
my mind waits in vain for your
touch to remind me
the shadows
are fading
I can’t bring them back
without you

gallows
are swaying
the sight brings
a shiver
eyes close
accepting
the fear that
I feel
my heart waits in vain for your
words of forgiveness
the shadows
are waiting
I’ll join them alone
without you

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